You do please me

—more than you probably know.

Hearing your voice

beside me on your pillow

into the night

and as I rise

in the morning.

Looking into your eyes

or watching

your lips move as you talk

while you drive.

The way you make me laugh

when you are actually

downright serious about something;

the way you squeeze my hand

when something sweet

is  sung on the radio.

Your ability to hear

what I’m not always

able to say,

the way you soothe

my nervous conversation

when my emotions

get the better of me.

The way you guide me

gentle-handedly

over snow, ice or

tricky terrain—

the way you stand waiting

until my feet

are tucked safely in

before shutting the car door.

The way you hold your gaze

upon me sometimes

making sure I hear

the deep language

within your eyes.

The way you fold your hands

over your heart

like a man pending trial

hoping my storm clouds

blow over soon

and how my own ghosts, demons and shadows

bow in reverance and obediance

as you silently walk

into the room.

The way I know

that to ask anything

more of you

would be utter greediness

for all the heart and soul

you already offer

on bended knee

for me….

…Don’t ever think

you do not please me,

in every way

you are everything I need.

You are the reward

I look forward to achieving,

you are the resolved peace

I’ve finally found

after a long lived-out war.

Back to the warmth of your love

the touch of your skin

the strength of your shoulder

and the pleasure

all of you brings…..